I was there during a swift lunch break, at the lottie, shelling my beans when the chap that owns the house at the end of the road came over saying 'You seem like a keen gardener'....'yes, for my sins' I reply
'Do you want to join the committee' he asks
'What does that entail?'
'4 meetings a year, and the big day, the village show' he says
'ok' says I
This isn't the allotment committee; no that would be far too easy - this is the Village Fruit and Veg Show committee...........
Once he had taken my contact details, I did kick myself soundly in the shins and repeated the mantra [never join a committee] to myself.....
Oh well, I suppose I can just eat the biscuits, drink coffee and smile sweetly and disagree with everything and get thrown off, if it gets too bad.
One big loud 'DOH' coming my way....
[Still, one wonders if I get to sample cake.....hmm.....never thought of that...]
'Do you want to join the committee' he asks
'What does that entail?'
'4 meetings a year, and the big day, the village show' he says
'ok' says I
This isn't the allotment committee; no that would be far too easy - this is the Village Fruit and Veg Show committee...........
Once he had taken my contact details, I did kick myself soundly in the shins and repeated the mantra [never join a committee] to myself.....
Oh well, I suppose I can just eat the biscuits, drink coffee and smile sweetly and disagree with everything and get thrown off, if it gets too bad.
One big loud 'DOH' coming my way....
[Still, one wonders if I get to sample cake.....hmm.....never thought of that...]
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